The End Of The Road...
See my postcard on the tree,
An invitation to the cemetery.
Will you be in that small crowd,
When my casket touch the ground?
Play me a song, in loving memory
'till death, my love belonged to thee!
When I'm beyond the pithole gone,
End of the road for the sentenced one...
My sadness, oceansize,
Remains alive in my dead, pale eyes.
Blessed with a birth-gifted curse.
I'll finally meet my fate's hearse.